Sticking it to the Man!

Well, I've been anxiously anticipating a big move near a larger city where I will start my master's degree in June. I have had to put aside the idea of Seattle due to lack of funds, but I have found a college in my current state that appeals to my interests. We made the move this last weekend, with me making arrangements by phone to rent an apartment. Yes, this means I had to put off the idea of purchasing a home as well. Time has just run short.
This is the point in my story where I begin to feel as if either I just get myself into a lot of rotten situations, or I make them out to be bigger deals than they should be, or that for whatever reason I seem to just have a lot of crap happen in my life. Whatever the case, we moved up Saturday and when we got to the place all the whirlwind of activity came to a complete halt. Albeit, briefly. We walk up to an apartment complex that seems to be the worst eyesore in this tiny little town. Upon walking in we were all hit in the face with the rancid smell of urine from former pets. The carpet is spotted with cigarette burns, white paint, and large red spots of "I don't even want to know." A section of carpet has been pulled back so that a grand fan can sit behind it and blow air under the freshly cleaned carpet. Every screen on every window, save one, is either gone or bent in pieces and lying on the ground below the window. The central heat unit turns on and everyone jumps because they think a freight train is getting ready to roll through the living room. Oh, and no worries of my son sneaking crayons to draw on hidden walls behind closet doors, because someone has already graciously done that for him. The list goes on and on. I've never filled out such a detailed property condition report in my life.
Needless to say, it's Saturday, and the property management office doesn't open until 9am opn Monday. My moving party leaves me resting in the stench of my apartment surrounded by piles of boxes and clutter and I head for the nearest McDonalds to steal some free Wi-fi as mine can't be turned on until Friday ( thank goodness tomorrow is Thursday). I spend the weekend staring at boxes, searching for whatever miscelaneous items we need to get us by, and trying not to rip every hair out of my head as I try to decide how to proceed in this current situation. I finally decide that I'll hold off on unpacking as much as I can until I can contact the office Monday and tell them that my 1 year lease has immediately become a month-to-month lease, and by the way, someone better get someone out to replace this putrid carpet immediately. Monday finally creeps up and I stand firm as I dutifully place my phone call only to be given the run around. My college interview is the same day and I try to prepare myself for whatever questions they may have while trying to shove my present living conditions into the recesses of my mind. I think I may have succeeded only partially. Tuesday an office employee with one week's experience comes to complete the apartment walk-thru where he wide-eyed writes "an actual turd pellet on the floor of bedroom #2." Later that afternoon after no response from the manager I call in again only to be told that, "the contractor in charge of carpet shampooing is responsible for the job not being completed as ordered."
Wednesday morning, 9am:
I march into the property management office and ask to speak to the manager. After 10 minutes of waiting in the lobby, where I am tempted to allow my son to enter "operation destruct everything I see" mode, the manager comes to the window avoiding eye-contact. I ask to speak to her in her office. She takes me into a room, being sure to bring a maintenance man, as her body guard I presume. She tries to assure me this is not typical, and the contracted company is being interogated by her boss. I assure her that her job is to make sure the apartments are move-in ready, not leave the final inspections up to the contracted carpet cleaner. By the way, did I mention that the photos of the apartment they showed me are not even the same apartment they moved me into? Here I was told that they have only just taken over management of these properties, and they are trying to the best of their abilities to get them ready for new tenants. She claims she can only offer a 6 month lease, and that they are willing to have the carpets replaced this Friday if I will only move all of my belongs onto the approximately 40 square feet of linoleum in the kitchen before then. I leave shortly after feeling rather confident that I have "stuck it to the man" with all of my talk about how things should have been handled vs. how they have been handled consequently terminating my "legal binding document."
The carpet guy shows up on time to measure the apartment for our new carpet. At this time he balks at how he can't believe they didn't just have the carpet replaced 4-5 months ago when he came out to measure it for new carpet after the last tenants moved out. "And by the way, if you think this is bad, you should have seen and smelled all the feces and urine at that time." Wow. I'll be sure to include that in my email to them explaining to them that my lease is now in fact a month-to-month lease. They just acquired management of this property, but somehow it has sat forgotten for 4-5 months needing new carpet before a shoddy attempt at shampooing is ordered the day before my move in so they can pass the blame off onto some poor, unsuspecting contractor when their new tenant arrives to her new place that reeks of urine and is still littered with turds and dog food?
But that's alright, becaue I've said my peace, and I'll soon be moving on and all of this will be but another blemish in one of my ventures. Besides, it's not everyday I get the opportunity to stick it to the man!